WWII Prose and Poetry

This little poem was found among my father's document collection. There is no author listed, so I don't know if he was the guilty party or not. It's just a little bit racey and suggestive, but indicative of the passion our soldiers have.

~ Tom Behrens

One Night of Ecstasy

Her name was Grace, one of the best;But that was the nite I gave her the testI looked at her with joy and delightFor she was mine, all mine that night.

She looked so sweet, so pretty and slim.The night was dark, the light was dim;I was so excited my heard missed a beatFor I knew I was in for a treat.

I'd seen her stripped, I'd seen her bareI felt all around, I felt her everywhereBut that was the nite I liked her bestAnd if you'll wait I'll tell you the rest.

I got inside her, she screamed with joyFor that was her first nite out with this boy.I got up as high as I couldI handled her gently, for she was good.

I turned her over on her sideThen on her back, that was all I tried,For she was one big thrill, the best in the landThat twin engine bomber of the 5th Bomber Command.